You broke me two years ago.
Four words silenced five years
in a blink of an eye.
Five years I thought were filled with love,
but only taste of bitter deceit.
How?
How did I let myself fall so hard?

Was it your soft blue eyes?
Was it your charming smile?
Your quiet, seemingly caring nature?
Your strong arms that held me just right?
The terrible, twinkling promise just beneath the surface of your gaze?
What let me fall so hard?

Does it matter now?
Because you broke me again tonight.
You broke me anew with a simple email.
You were harsh in your words
that were probably meant kindly.
They were cruel like your blue eyes taunting me
from the other side of this screen.

I want to be selfish and keep you frozen
in a time I can pretend hasn't changed.
A time where you are mine,
and nothing is wrong,
and nothing is broken.

Your words were cruel
and left me questioning
what I thought I found.
Your words typed so causal,
broke me again.

I thought I was fine,
but you broke me again.
You broke my content.
You broke my calm.
You broke me.